Chapter 1126: Chapter 1126: Celebration Banquet
As the sole protagonist in the movie, Hannah’s performance once again changed everyone’s impression of her.
Passersby’s comments about her shifted from "that girl who acts comfortably" to "that actress with great acting skills."
It was the first time Hannah truly showed her face to the whole world.
In the movie, the girl rooted in the mud grew wildly, stubbornly blooming despite the battering of wind and rain.
Such beauty, unembellished and seemingly innate, could captivate with just her eyes, even when covered in mud.
A week later, Director Campbell organized a celebration party.
By then, Hannah had become the youngest domestic actress to reach ten billion at the box office.
From an amateur trainee at a talent show to a ten-billion box office actress, she did it in just two short years.
Those who initially laughed at Thomas Campbell for "losing his integrity" and predicted a fiasco for his new movie were now desperate to attend this celebration party.
At the dinner, whether it was for Hannah’s current value or because Arnold Simmons stood behind her, no one dared to urge her to drink.
The so-called "drinking table culture" was completely ineffective against Hannah.
Flatterers even discarded their drinks immediately at her casual remark that the "alcohol was too strong."
There were many actors at the dinner party, and Hannah’s comment saved many from malicious attempts to get them drunk by those around them.
They didn’t have Hannah’s status; when others offered a toast, they didn’t dare not to drink.
Now all was quiet.
Jack Stewart sat next to Hannah, turning away many "kind" offers thrown her way.
The huge success of "The Kite" and "Rosalind" made many investors recognize Hannah’s potential, wishing they could invest all their fortune in her.
Such abundant good resources and treatment would have overwhelmed an average artist.
Such high traffic and popularity tested one’s true nature.
It’s hard to keep one’s essence in an industry deep and treacherous, where many are tainted in a colorful plunge.
Luckily, Arnold Simmons was wealthy and prestigious enough.
No one dared to play tricks on Hannah, and if they did, they’d end up with a "cool fall from grace."
The circle of business tycoons, the majestic authority of the head of the Simmons family, was unchallengeable.
Therefore, even if Hannah rejected everyone today, she wouldn’t need to worry about offending anyone; instead, those people would be anxiously digging through their past, fearing if they had ever crossed Hannah.
The air in the private room was stuffy, and although nobody drank any more, the smell of alcohol still pervaded, making faces flush.
Just then, someone’s phone rang.
The sound wasn’t loud, but the vibration on the table was somewhat annoying.
Director Campbell, who loved his drink, was then tipsy and busy playing drinking games with the person next to him.
The investor with the deepest pockets cursed, "Damn it, who didn’t turn off their mobile phone, looking for trouble?"
In the circles’ dinner gatherings, privacy of many was often at stake.
Nobody dared to respond, but Hannah nonchalantly picked up her phone from the table, glanced over with a faint look in her eyes, and smiled, "Mine."
The investor instantly backed down, his apologies unceasing.
He had sneaked a peek just now, and the caller ID read "Mr. Simmons."
No need to say who it was.
She hadn’t been away long before he started to miss her. Such pampering.
Hannah told Jack Stewart with a word before she got up and left the room.
